Xiii: Buses & Bosses

Gentle Prof – The tales were so loudly told Of new buses, of omnibuses; Your tales-bearers so numerous Loud-sounding speakers Sharp ear-piercing trumpeters Harping like some prime oracles Announcing the benevolence of the deity Each weaver sing-wept for joy Even in these hard times! Where are the buses? Where are the omnibuses? In a trick of sacrifice Within the shrines of smaller deities The gallant wheels bear the kids Of our rabbi-bosses Pampering their swap-ward women & maids Like the ambrosia & emerald of deities (Prof, a watch-lad saw them) Was this intent? Then on the day of campus turmoil A new elephant-wheel came to us (Prof, a watch-lad saw it all!) Lads & lasses beamed as bosses In the gallantry of a new conveyancer – Was this intent? – (Pro, think well now!) Was it the trick of old bosses To cover another clear loophole: To dim the eye of the sun?